Lucy Wagner Gets In Shape (A Romantic Comedy) Read Online Free PDF

“Morales! Fisher! Out here, now!” I immediately regret my outburst, since the throbbing pain in my face is now back in full force. Jen comes out, but Will remains in the kitchen.
    “You should be resting, not screeching” Jen says, as she sits down at the end of the couch, pulls my feet in her lap, and starts to rub them gently. It feels like heaven.
    “Please go. Both of you. I really just want to be alone and sleep.”
    “Luce, let us stay for a little while, just to make sure you’re okay.”
    “I’m fine . The doctor said I’m fine. I’m feeling really dopey from those pain meds, though, and I just want to lie here alone and sleep. Okay?”
    Jen gives me a squinty look, then nods. “Okay. But call us if you need anything. You’re phone’s right here on the coffee table. Do you want anything to eat or drink?”
    “No, Mom. I’m good.”
    “Alright. We know when we’re not wanted.” She lifts my feet from her lap and calls to the kitchen. “C’mon, Will, let’s roll. Luce needs some alone time with the couch.”
    “What?” He sounds incredulous, and Jen grins at me.
    “He’s never going to leave you alone like this,” she whispers. I bite my lower lip thoughtfully. She’s right.
    “Will, come here for a sec.” My voice sounds scratchy, like I’ve already been asleep, although right now I can only dream about it. Will finally emerges from the kitchen with a fresh icepack and a glass of orange juice.
    “We’re not leaving you here by yourself,” he says firmly.
    “Yes, we are.” Jenny takes the orange juice from his hand while Will places the icepack gently on my swollen cheek.
    “Go home, or I will make you sit here and watch a 90210 marathon.” A pained expression flashes over his face, and Jenny decides to help me.
    “Yep. Right after The View, of course. And maybe a few reruns of Gossip Girl—they play that every day now, Luce.”
    “No shit?” I’m not sure if she’s kidding or not. God, I love Gossip Girl.
    “Fine, you win,” Will grumbles. “But call me if you need anything.”
    “Mama Morales already gave me the lecture.”
    “And keep that wrist propped up. I’ll come back by when it’s time for your next pill.”
    “Jen, get him out of here.”
    “I’m going, I’m going.” He pulls his arm testily from Jen’s grasp. “Do you need your bag of sweeties?”
    “Oh, God, yes, please,” I sigh. Bless his heart. I’ve always kept a bag of candy stashed in my purse. And not good candy, like chocolate or anything—my taste leans more towards Skittles, Sweet Tarts, and Fun Dip. My Dad, who’s originally from England, called it my ‘bag of sweeties’ when I was a little girl, and twenty years later, I still carry it around.
    Will brings my sweeties, and then they both tuck me in and hover like idiots for a few more minutes. Finally, I am alone. I actually do watch The View for a few minutes, but I wasn’t kidding about those pain pills making me dopey, and before long, I am fast asleep.

Chapter Five
     
    A thumping noise wakes me up, and I am completely disoriented. I open my eyes and see that Paul is hovering over me, sitting on the edge of the couch.
    “Jesus Christ, Luce, what happened to you?” I’m so looped I forget for a moment that we’re broken up, and reach up for a hug. He holds me gently, running his fingers under my hair, at the back of my neck, and even after I get my wits about me and realize what’s going on, I still shamefully let him cuddle me. So sue me, I’m hurt.
    “Are you alright? What happened?” He pulls up and sets me back against my pillow, and I almost whimper with the feeling of loss.
    “I just…” God, I don’t want to tell him about training for the race. Especially when I’m doing such a bang-up job of it. “I fell. On the street. Missed my step and fell ass-up off the curb.”
    “Poor kiddo,” he says gently, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and yes, I’m lapping it up like a saucer of milk, dammit.